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"As time turns every canvas to rags,Some things hold on while others fade.."

It's one of those times when you are cleaning up the house, or getting rid of old things, when suddenly something falls down from a diary.. or a notebook.. that catches your attention. You pick it, and as you see it you are transferred to a few years back- to a string of events connected with that memorabilia.

Stewart School, Bhubaneswar. The spark associated with these three words, have yet been and will ever remain, one of the most cherished. When I try to explain and understand the reasons – I realize, that there aren’t any that help to rationalize my feelings and yet there is this understated delight associated with the 7 years of schooling. Glorious indeed! I heard that the Silver Jubilee Celebrations comprised of pan Indian dance formats, Shakespearean plays, Science Exhibition and much more. Must have been another astounding show, but at least I had the privilege of being a part of the Gold…

Did I say or didn't I, not to view this. Now since you have clicked on, don't be angry when you start with reading it.

YOU ARE ALL MEDIOCREs. No. Even More. YOU ARE LIKE THE ZOMBIES, JUST GOING FOR THE BLOOD AND FLESH. NO MEANING. NO SENSITIVITY.

Did that hurt? Well, I had told you. People today follow the herd principle. Do what others do, say what others say, wear what others wear, see what others see, and so on. I bet none of you have ever thought different. Or most of you. If you’ve ever wondered why it’s so difficult to ignore peer pressure and why you feel anxiety when expressing a differing opinion from the herd, Like most animals on the planet, humans come pre-programmed to notice the behavior of our species and copy it. This has probably helped humanity countless times: avoiding predators, passing on beneficial learned behaviors, etc.

But what has resulted, is that nothing is real now. The same old stuff, everyday, repeated. I am tired of taking it all and adjusting ever…

What if I were the morning sun,the pink dawn budding slowly like a rose,What if I were the twitter of the birds,lifting dawn's blanket from the earth,What if I were the morning yawn,with your wish that the night were longer,What if I were the parting kiss,with your hope today wasn't a day of labor,What if I were the earthy smell,riding on cool winds and beautiful thunder,What if I were the glint in your eyes,as the first rain-drop grazes your face,What if I were the scarlet sunset,brushing past the earth's emerald surface,What if I were the laughter of your pals,conjuring moments that are priceless,What if I were the moon,and you danced to me like a thousand suns ageless,What if I were the naughty allusion in your words,making memorable stories,What if I were the wayward glimmer of a broken star,your few seconds of bliss,What if I were the love in your eyes,at the moment of the goodnight kiss,What if I were the sweet dream of your sleep,snippets of fleeting glimpse,Not tho…

Hello friends. Well, this post is in response to a friend's challenge. Hope you like this.

“ When you were born, you cried while the world rejoiced. Live your life in such a way that when you die, the world cries while you rejoice.” — Ancient Sanskrit saying

Does the gem of wisdom quoted above strike a chord deep within you? Do you feel that life is slipping by so fast that you just might never get the chance to live with the meaning, happiness and joy you know you deserve? If so, there are two options. First, as a machine, cry during difficult times and laugh during good times like our 2nd block neighbor Mrs Anita. It's like there is a whole ocean of tears inside her lachrymal glands. You can see her in every death ceremony in our colony, sobbing and more sobbing. I couldn't remember one thing so well other than her vivid break-down into teary wreckage in every one of those functions.

Well, that was the first option. The second option, is to follow your dreams and be able to…

Dear readers. I hope you did read my previous post, my first in 55 Fiction, "Why did you do this?"Well, this is the prequel to it. Read it and fall back into the imaginative world. Any suggestions/guesses are totally welcome. Here it goes.

"Why did you do this?" - II

"Why did you do this? Six years I was down the drain and now I get this?""She is brave.. would understand..""It's over! I'm going! Good Bye!"

Back home, the mobile vibrated, showing an unknown number."Hello.."...."Hello..."...."JAAN..."The voice completely jolted her. She sat down in utter dismay.

I have had this idea of writing 55 Fiction since a long time. So this is my first try. Do read it and suggest some improvements or ideas.Note:- 55 Fiction infers to fictional writings bounded to a maximum of fifty-five words.

"Why did you do this?"

"Why did you do this?" The lady looked at his eyes scornfully. He was still smiling, with those mocking eyes. Tears flowed down her pale eyes. The grey sky roared. Wind whistled and howled and fluffed the window-screen hard. It scuffed past the room. She froze. From the top shelf, a photograph had fallen down.